Bliss
is a peaceful
sunday afternoon
with my beloved
son at home
knowing he is save
watching clouds move
leaves waving scattered,
a bird singing to the sky,
a cry of a newborn
next door, mother comes
and sings her favorite song,
my coffee cup is full.
i like this, nicely written, the familiar sounds and visuals of inner content.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful nicely penned